community holiday grief

I sat in my office today watching the rain. Water coming out of the sewer drains flowed as quickly and erratically as the tears that streamed down my face. Good thing I have a door that shuts. I wept, for myself, for my family, for my father, for my clients. A coworker stopped by and sat with me, sharing the loss of his own father. My coworker is in his 50’s. We cried together and talked about life and loss – but with hope. With the community that we have found within our losses, community that has profoundly impacted our lives. He left, and I thought to myself- there is no difference. Between him, between us, between our clients. Most importantly, no difference in my tears and the sewer drains. We are ever reminded that grief can be tangible, held, but it will come and go. As there is peace in rain, may it serve as nothing else but a blanket of hope that more is coming. It always does.